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♥ Saturday, March 04, 2006 8:10 PM

you're haunting me.


do you love me? do you noe I love YOU?

im sick and tired of this. i keep waiting but you'll never accept me. im not good enuf. i pretend to hate you, but i know deep inside i never did. pretending removes the heart ache from me. i dont noe how long i can live like this. your appearance in my life changed me. just months ago, i was happy and smiling. now, i pretend to be. i noe i cant keep pretending. but you'll never look at me. i never i look at you, because if i do, many questions will spin in my head. and i'll never be able to think straight. i noe we're friends, but when we see each other, its like we never even knew the other existed. we carry on our lives, but mine is so different. you're the first thing in my head when i wake, the last thing when i go to bed. why cant you just leave me alone. you're haunting me. if only you knew. i cant tell you, i just cant.

i'll never be the same. i know that you will still be a part of my past. will i tell my grandchildren about you? or would i forget it completely? or would i be ashamed? at night i pray that you'll like me. at night i pray that i'll forget about you.

i'll never be the same ever again. these are the confessions of a broken soul.